"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gunfire of the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge gradually intensified. [Full text reading]

More and more Tartar archers, unable to withstand the cold and hunger, had to risk their lives and try to retreat. However, on the walls of the fortress, the snipers of the white-clothed army were staring at them. As long as the figure of the Tartar appears, it will inevitably attract the shooting of snipers. Often when a shot passes, the body of the Tartar falls in response.

In the intermittent gunfire, Lin Youde came down from the city wall and went to the canteen to eat. The gunfire outside has not stopped, but inside the canteen, the officers and men are eating with relish, as if they are ignoring the battle outside. For them, such a scene has long been accustomed to. If necessary, they will be ordered to be reinforced. If there is no order, it means that the attack of the Tartars is actually not very violent. Just eat with peace of mind.

The food of the white-clothed army has always been enough for white rice and white noodles, and enough for meat. Rice, steamed buns, stews, and the like are all served in large wooden barrels. You can eat as much as you can, there is no ration. No matter how big your meal is, you can eat to your heart's content. Of course, if you want it to taste good, that's impossible. The conditions are limited. All the food is cooked. Lin Youde likes to make some barbecue to eat, just to improve the taste.

After dinner, night basically fell. Lin Youde came out of the cafeteria and found that the gunfire had basically stopped. Judging from his experience, it is estimated that the Tartars have almost been wiped out. Either that, or the remnants of the Tartars, they were so frightened that they no longer dared to run away. Sure enough, when he came up to the city wall again, holding up a clairvoyant mirror, and searched around, there was no living Tartar to be found.

In the distance of the clairvoyant's line of sight, there were dozens of Tartar corpses. They should all have been killed by the snipers of the White Army in the process of fleeing. As for whether there are still alive Tartars lurking behind those obstacles, Lin Youde does not dare to guarantee. I guess there is. I just don't know if they can survive this cold winter night. Maybe by tomorrow morning, they won't be breathing, and their bodies will be hard.

In other words, the current winter night is getting harder and harder. For several nights, the barracks of the white-clothed soldiers had to make braziers to keep warm before they could barely sleep. Before, Lin Youde was troublesome and didn't want to make a fire, so he covered two quilts, but he still felt cold when he fell asleep, and he couldn't sleep at all. In the end, he was forced to sleep with several squad leaders, and a large brazier was built in the room to keep warm. He had to admit that the winter was getting colder and colder. It is estimated that tonight, we will have to prepare a big brazier again.

Lin Youde remembered that when the chairman of the committee spoke last time, he seemed to have heard some kind of Xiaoice River period. It is said that after the arrival of the Xiaoice period, the climate will become colder and drier, and everyone should be prepared early. It's a pity that Lin Youde really can't understand such professional terms. Fortunately, it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand, the people in the Logistics Department just understand. If it weren't for the large number of briquettes sent by the logistics department with mules and horses, Lin Youde estimated that it would be enough to choke at night.

Night soon fell. The surroundings of the fortress at the mouth of the Yellow Gorge are pitch black, and it is a bit of a situation where you can't see your fingers. It's really hard to survive such a winter night. Cold, pitch black, instant ink. There were no stars, no moon, only black clouds, as if it would snow at any moment. But it never went down. The thick clouds seemed to be pressing on everyone's heads, making all the soldiers of the White Army, including the Tatars, feel very depressed.

"Put one here."

"Put one over there."

As night fell, the squad leader in charge of combat duty was busy in an orderly manner. The first thing he had to do was to command the soldiers and put the braziers one by one. The brazier should be placed in such a way as to illuminate every corner as much as possible, leaving no dead corners as much as possible. The purpose of this is, of course, to prevent anyone from attacking the fortress.

At night, the Tartars are at their most active. In the past, the Tartars would often launch sneak attacks at night in an attempt to cause some trouble for the whites. It would be even better if it could consume some of the defenders' living forces. Because, the marksmanship of the white army needs visibility. Visibility at night is certainly not as good as during the day. This resulted in the muskets being far less lethal than during the day. In this way, the Tartar feels that he has an opportunity to take advantage of.

Fortunately, the white-clothed army is not stupid, and at the head of the fortress, a large amount of rosin has already been prepared. When the rosin was lit, it was placed on the battlements or thrown under the walls. After the rosin is lit, the fire is still very bright. At the same time, in addition to the rosin, there are also a large number of torches soaked in tung oil, and the brightness of the fire is also guaranteed. Sometimes, the white-clad army would also throw the lit rosin on the ground in front of the fortress to increase the illumination.

In such a situation, it was not easy for the Tartar archers to attack at night. What the Tartars could do was actually to harass, trying to make the gunshots sound from time to time cause the other white-clothed soldiers to be unable to rest effectively. The commander of the Tartars felt that after a long time, the white-clothed army would not be able to support it. Unfortunately, it backfired. The white-clad garrison had five squads, each of which took turns to be stationed, and each squad was only on duty for a maximum of three hours a day. The rest of the time, it's free. Therefore, the rest time can still be fully guaranteed.

Later, it is estimated that the commander of the Tartars felt that the sneak attack at night not only failed to achieve the purpose of dragging down the defenders, but made himself pay a lot of money, which was a bit more than worth the loss, and slowly stopped this activity. Lin Youde clearly remembered that there should have been a full eight days, and the Tartars did not start a night battle. Tonight, however, it was an exception.

From the time of nightfall, there is a small sound of Tartar activity. Experienced soldiers in white knew that this was the time for the Tartars to start a night battle. Sure enough, it wasn't long before sporadic tartars appeared. Like ghosts, they crept into the range of the moon gun.

"Bang!"

"Bang"

Sporadic gunshots began to sound again.

For any Tartar who tries to get up, there is only one way for the white-clothed army to respond, and that is to counterattack without hesitation until the opponent is all killed. The night, although to a certain extent, helped the Tatars. However, under the illumination of various fires, those Tartars who tried to rush up still fell under the impact of Minnie bullets without exception.

However, the Tartars in front fell, and the Tartars in the back continued to pour in. More and more Tartars entered the battlefield, and at the peak, at one time more than five hundred. It can be inferred from this that the Tartars should have high hopes for tonight's night battle. In fact, these Tartars who participated in the war were much more cunning than the previous Tartars. It is estimated that after the defeat in the battle, the Tartars summed up the combat experience very seriously and made a comeback again.

Those tartars, which were either hidden behind stones or behind wood, easily did not expose their bodies, giving the white army snipers a chance to shoot. However, while hiding, they also managed to get closer to the front. Some tartars even push the whole broken log, moving forward step by step, but their bodies are always hidden behind the broken wood. Others pushed the corpses of their companions forward. Mini bullets can only hit the corpses of their companions, but they have no effect on the tartars behind the corpses.

The snipers of the White Army, although they played at a very high level, could only kill some of the Tartars, and they could not stop all the Tartars from advancing. Due to the large number of Tartars that appeared at the same time, the snipers of the White Army, in terms of choosing targets, had some problems. Sometimes some targets are missed, and sometimes several snipers are aiming at the same target. Some inexperienced snipers are even a little impatient.

"Order the fifth squad, the third squad to come up and reinforce!"

Lin Youde quickly gave the order. With so many Tartars entering the battlefield, relying on a small squad alone could not prevent them from approaching, and reinforcements had to be mobilized. Paralyzed Tartars, do you think that only you have reinforcements? Lao Tzu also has it. Is five hundred tartars a lot? Even if 5,000 come up together, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you! Don't forget, Lao Tzu still has cannons in his hands. If that's not enough, I'll give you a dozen shotguns to try.

Soon, two squads of Eagle Cavalry stragglers came up and joined the battlefield. Their arrival greatly strengthened the firepower of the white-clothed army. The restless snipers also regained their composure form. In the choice of targets, it has also returned to normal. As long as it is a tartar who dares to expose his body, he will be killed without exception. In this way, the offensive momentum of the Tartars was immediately contained. They were still quite a distance from the walls of the fortress.

However, the Tartars, who suffered a head-on blow, had no intention of flinching at all. When the people in front died, they sent men from behind to make up for them. Lin Youde observed from the clairvoyant mirror that it seemed that the number of Tartars reinforced from behind was more than the number of Tartars that were killed. In other words, the number of tartars is getting bigger and bigger. It can be inferred from this that the Tartar commander hiding behind is ready to give the white army a little color to see.

Lin Youde listened to the increasingly dense gunshots, held a clairvoyant mirror and carefully observed the movements of the tartar, and his brows began to wrinkle slowly. Tonight's Tartar is indeed a bit abnormal. Their attack was so desperate, completely disregarding their own casualties! Could it be that they tried to take down the Huangxiakou fortress in one fell swoop through night battles? Paralyzed, isn't this too much to take me as a commander in your eyes?

(To be continued)